Hanna could see she had a ham on her hands.
On Saturday, Madison and Fletch decided to let
them skip chores and go on a trail ride into town for
ice cream.
“Ice cream!” cried Izzy, f lopping back on Fettucini
as if he were a lawn chair. “I would kill for some cake
batter ice cream. Or cookie dough.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to kill anyone,” said
Fletch, dropping his hat on Izzy’s face as he rode past.
“Because I’m pretty sure they have both.”
“Woo-hoo!” Izzy turned to Hanna. “What’s your
favorite kind of ice cream? Do you think Shy Guy likes
ice cream?”
Madison held up her hands. “I hate to break it to
you, girls,” she said, “but Hanna can’t bring Shy Guy. If
you want to come on the trail ride, Hanna, you’ll have
to ride Lacey.”
“What?” asked Izzy. “But Shy Guy has been doing
great in the arena.”
Hanna understood, though. Trekking into a town
full of cars and people would terrify Shy Guy. Could
she handle him if something happened?
“I know, Izzy,” said Madison. “It’s not that I don’t
trust Hanna or Shy Guy. There are too many factors in
play if we take him into town, and he’s still so skittish . . .”
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